It makes me sick
it makes me die
(just a little more inside)
this is the last time you make me cry.
I'm sick of your bullshit
I'm sick of your lies.
I'm sick of the fights
I'm sick of the sighs.
i tried to be there for you
you pushed me away
i can't understand why your being this way.
this is the last time you make me stay.
i can't go on. i can't live this way.
I'm done with this
I'm done with you
i want you to know i hate you too.
I'm done with you bullshit
I'm done with you lies
I'm done loving the one,
who made me cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem